Let’s not worry about it, Dearie, life gets better, life gets worse. We’re no different than the seasons of the year except we’re luckier than most having

For some nervous wrecks a pill or two might help. For others

The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more

My wife likes to garden. She’s crazy about roses, lilies and daisies. She says I should get out in the garden and weed.

Not a leaf left on the crabapple t… instead little red apples hang like ornaments on a Christmas tree… Little red apples that spend most of the winter covered with sn…

If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,

Old Sam on his deathbed says he’d rewrite his life if he could. He’d do so many things differently… be nice to all his wives if he cou… but luckily they had died before h…

After the poetry reading the lights go on and a lady under a big hat rises behind dark sunglasses and asks the poet why

Let’s stop the crying, Millie. It’s true our friends are dying. They’re old like you and me. Why not celebrate instead that 80 years ago you and I

It isn’t a flophouse where Fred lives now but he calls it that a month after moving in and seeing his fellow

Phil went to Memorial Park yester… on his crutches and saw new crosse… in the ground commemorating vetera… Must be a hundred more than last y… HIs brother’s cross is there, in…

When you have an hour to live what matters then is Christ in a pyx in the vest pocket

Lightning bolts in childhood can scar the soul forever. They’re a satanic baptism when the minister’s your father, mother, brother, sister,

If he were in high school they’d call him a bully and take him to the principal’s office for counseling.